Chapter 13
A hand on my shoulder shook me awake. “Come on, Sleeping Beauty. Wake up. You’re drooling all over me, and I’d appreciate it if you didn’t.”
“What?” Where was I, and who had I taken to bed this time?
“Are you all right?”
I blinked eyes that were sandy from sleeping too hard. I knew I’d dreamed—I had the same logy feeling in the aftermath—but as usual, once I was awake, I couldn’t remember a single detail.
The seat that had been unoccupied just before the flight departed London was now very much occupied, and by an exceptionally attractive man. He traced the curve of my cheek with his forefinger.
I cleared my throat.
“Why is it I always get the drunk ones?” he muttered. “And why is it this one is so damned adorable?” He continued in a normal tone. “Are you awake? We’re abo
